The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Okay, I will remember it forever, Zhong Mingwei said while leaning over to kiss Meiya's lips, and said slowly, Even if I die, I will be brought into the coffin.

Then bring me in too. I used to listen to the opera, and there was a line in it that I can't remember, but I know the meaning. Every word in the man's eyes was full of affection, Life, we both sleep on the same kang, and die, we lie in the same pit.

Live in the same bed, die in the same acupuncture point. The next second, Zhong Mingwei held the back of Meiya's head and kissed her again, Girl, hurry up and marry me.

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The first day of April in the 33rd year of Jiasheng

That night.

capital.

Huijun Palace.

According to the usual practice, every year on the eve of Qingming Festival, the Royal Forest Army will send a group of new guards to the imperial mausoleum to replace last year's mausoleum guards. A guard must be dispatched to go to the imperial mausoleum to show the respect and filial piety of the two princes to their ancestors.

The candidate chosen by King Huijun is Liao Chongwu.

Liao Chongwufu froze as soon as he got the letter, and then rushed straight into the study in the front yard. At that time, Zhong Ming'e was sitting on the soft couch drinking tea, and a chess set was set up on the small table, and he was not blinking. Staring at the chessboard, he heard the movement, turned his head and glanced at the angry Liao Chongwu at the door, and then said slowly: You are here.

It seemed that he had known about Liao Chongwu's return early in the morning, and it seemed that he had been waiting for Liao Chongwu early in the morning.

Come here, play chess with me, Zhong Ming'e turned his head away, poured a cup of tea, and put it on the opposite side, Old rules, you go first with the red chess.

Seeing his lukewarm appearance, Liao Chongwu was so suffocated that there was nowhere to vent his anger. He stood there for a long time, but finally walked slowly to the soft couch and sat down.

Play chess. Zhong Ming'e tapped his fingers on the small table, urging Liao Chongwu.

Liao Chongwu glanced at him, then walked away.

Sure enough, it's still the first shot, Zhong Ming'e curled his lips lightly, and said while he was in office, every time you take the first shot, you will definitely lose, but next time you still have to take the shot, what do you say? Why don't you have a long memory?

What about you? Isn't it always an official position? Liao Chongwu said coldly, Isn't it the same old routine that has remained unchanged for more than ten years?

Yeah, I don't have a long memory either, Zhong Ming'e said calmly with his head down, while taking a sip of tea, he said slowly, You already know?

Know what? Liao Chongwu spoke aggressively, and looked at Zhong Ming'e sarcastically, Do you know that Your Highness has begun to improve your memory? Or do you know that my chess piece can finally roll off the chessboard?!

You are not a chess piece, never have been, Zhong Ming'e stared at the fiery red pistol, and murmured, I have a lot of chess pieces, but you are not.

Then what am I?! Liao Chongwu overturned the chessboard suddenly, roaring at Zhong Ming'e like a furious lion, You let me play and I will play! If you let me go down, I will go far away! What is this if it’s not a chess piece?! Ah?! Tell me, what is it if I’m not a chess piece?!”

You know! Zhong Ming'e raised his face suddenly, and looked at Liao Chongwu with wet eyes. He tried his best to hide his grievance and helplessness, but his eyes were still wet after all. He bit his lip and looked at the furious Liao Chongwu with hazy eyes. When he spoke again, his voice was choked with sobs, Liao Chongwu, can you go? Don't stay in the capital, okay?

Why... I have to go? Facing such eyes, Liao Chongwu really couldn't get angry, he drooped his shoulders a little discouraged, walked in front of Zhong Ming'e, held Zhong Ming'e's hand in both hands, and said through gritted teeth, Why, do you want me to go?